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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3141112" data-attributes="member: 5675">Flynn and I set to work immediately; he backed into the shadows to take a look at the mysterious ‘boarded off passage’, whilst I started carrying sacks of rubble out of the mine and returning with small amounts of our equipment. On my third trip, I heard Morgan explaining patiently to the massive half-orc that there was a better source of ore down towards the passageway and making his own way towards the planking.A couple more trips and I was stopped in turn by one of the guards, demanding to know what was in the sacks. A mumbled excuse and a careful and flamboyant gesture; the man was easily pleased by my turning the sack upside down and shaking it, not even questioning what I was gripping so hard at the bottom of the sack.As Flynn was hiding our kit within the mine, and I was ferrying it in, it fell to Torvig and Niccoli to distract the manager when he came in a while later. Niccoli’s efforts to get in the mans way resulted in a clout to the head and a series of vile oaths. Torvig leapt in to stop the violence, and to ask about the manager’s practiced throwing arm. Somehow, the two fell into a discussion about competitive stone throwing, and the manager wandered away to set up a competition with the miners..oOo.We were ready. Just as the other miners were being summoned for their noon-time meal, Morgan directed us in levering the heavy planks off the blockage and pulling them back into place behind us. Beyond, a 400 foot long passageway wound off before us.After a good deal of trudging through the dark, we reached a small chamber with a wooden platform in the centre, suspended from a metal chain which was securely attached to the ceiling. In the middle of the platform (which was just big enough for three to travel on) was a winch arrangement to hoist the platform down a tunnel beneath us.Flynn and I stayed at the top, whilst the others winched themselves deeper and deeper into the darkness, the squeaking of the winch and the light form their torch growing fainter and fainter as my friends slowly winched themselves out of sight. Just as he descended from view, I could see Morgan chanting and gasping in the spiritual energies of his protective spells.</blockquote>

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